As the pupae churn and shrivel,
And the worm chews on my brain,
I speak to my little devil
And ask him what’s his game
As the robbins tweet and whistle,
And the land’s engulfed in flame,
I speak to my little devil
And ask if we’re insane
As the winner claims her title,
And a horse is named a lame,
I speak to my little devil
And ask why we’re the same
As the forest shakes and rattles,
And the leech is drained in vain,
I speak to my little devil
And I tell him it’s okay
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by Aleksander Mielnikow